NYC Six Doug Zero

I think this city is out to get me–by my take trying to drive me out with mental, physical and mechanical abuse. It's winning. By my count 6 to 0 in the past month. And by very creative and unprecedented dirty tricks. (1) In my first NY accident, after years of succesfully avoiding them, the dreaded car door opened directly in front of my when cycling. No serious damage. (2) The 2nd happened close on–a cyclist in front of me on the Central Park roadway swerved suddenly directly into my path. I was going to fast to stop and so slammed into the back of his bike, shearing off his entire rear deraileur in the process. Again, no serious damage, at least to me. (3) After the last 2 events, I was shy of taking my bike out again and so the city took a different tact and possessed my television. Whether turned off or on, it would start turning itself on and off randomly. It now does nothing but turn itself on and off rapidly as soon as plugged in. (4) Avoiding my bike, I took my rollerblades out to the nice safe Hudson river pathway. I was promptly attacked by a dog who looked like Benji–the killer instinct just came at him out of nowhere. He shredded my new shorts but didn't quite break the skin. Again–a first, I've never had any problems with dogs before. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZUgV58lH74 vocaltoys.com lesbenerotik.org pornstash.org pornstarteam.org dvdporno.org porn-bluray.com sexfordummies.org sexyshemales.org dublinsex.org sexusa.org vivaischia.com

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Visit The Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Plant

At the urging of a couple books and online articles I’ve read in the past months, I finally started a Bucket List, or a list of things I want to do before I die. One of the reasons for starting this list was to re-energize; to remember that feeling of being a kid and wanting with abandon because it’s inspiring. There’s a certain amount of harm we cause ourselves always being grown up and tampering our desires with reality. That’s why most of us travel: to escape the everyday and feel like we’re checking off some of those things on our own Bucket Lists. In writing out my wants I started listing things like “Gift wrap my own presents” and “Learn how to bake better” and my energy was suddenly doused by feelings of mediocrity. “Climb a mountain” and “Own a house abroad” were things that belong on a bucket list; things to be accomplished. But handicrafts and adult ed suddenly struck me as terribly mundane, and worse, even silly. What kind of a person would I be if I let my aspirations go the way of a Home Economics class and not out somewhere in the Wild Beyond? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQcTwtDxDcY analogism.net gibhardt.org escortia.org europehouse.org europehouse.net webhouseclub.org andmagazine.org shopwatch.org habessos.com afleurs.net

Teaching the Rich in Moscow

I did some teaching at a mega rich Russian family a few weeks ago. A driver collected me and drove me to the house outside Moscow. After some forty minutes we arrived, I got out the Mercedes, was shown to a big metal front gate with security cameras on each side and I was led inside. I was met by two large security guards and asked to walk to the house. I made my way along a red winding brick path that cut through pine and silver birch trees through a silent landscaped garden. As I approached, I was met by a vast house rising out of the ground in between the trees. It was made of glass and wood and looked as if it was growing out of the raw forest ground. I went inside through the glass front doors and waited nervously on the marble steps. I was greeted by a maid who took my coat and gave me some slippers. She showed me to a seating area and I followed her silently across the marble floor to a sunken reception area that had three vast six-seater sofas and a white grand piano. I sat down on the soft royal cushions and waited to meet my young student. He arrived and shook my hand. Teddy Bears I was to teach a very confident seven year old boy, we went upstairs to his round play room and he told me he wanted to just read for half an hour and that we would then play. His playroom had more toys in it than a small toyshop. We read, then he led me down a big marble spiral staircase to his indoor football pitch. We played soft football, then ping-pong, then snooker, then darts. After an hour or so of games, he said he wanted to draw, so we went back up to his play room and drew pictures with dot-to-dot. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqdNLCEPb4c afleurs.net wellsww.com fukuyamajapan.com nhiconsulting.com videonymph.com an2003.com hiwayhifionline.com anitagrier.com cwauctions.com sonyworld.net femalegirdle.com lamisionera2.com